Roses are red,
The violets are dying,
Outside I look fine,
But inside I'm crying.

Facing the world,
Such an arduous task,
Now that I must hide,
Behind a smiling mask.

You can tell life's a worry,
When the number of scars,
On your arms equal,
The total of all the sky's stars.

The roses now wilted,
The violets have died,
But never will someone,
Know what goes on inside.